12.13.2015

December 13, 2015

White Dog buried her head against my arm and the blankets; the light from outside was blinding considering the hour. "And it is SO cold," she murmured though her voice was muffled from her face pressed into the thick quilt.

Not every one felt the desire to cocoon with momma. It was a cold crisp bright blue day (23 degrees F) and IT HAD SNOWED!